Page 32 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

Off to the left was a small alcove, inside which a very humanlike toilet was tucked away, and to my right was a walk-in shower, with water flowing over a wide mouth, cascading like a waterfall.

Ignoring everything else, I first emptied my bladder and noticed a bidet right next to the toilet. Then I stripped off the sheet I had slung over my body, let it drop to the floor next to Seth's discarded pants, and stepped underneath thewaterfall.

The water was soft, yet the pressure was strong enough to invigorate me. I found a panel with buttons and symbols I didn't understand and didn't want to mess with. For all I knew, I would be bathed in blood—therewerevampires here.

Either way, the water was great the way it was, not too hot and not too cold, just right. From a shelf offering a variety of bottles, I selected one, squirted a dollop of its contents into my hand, and then chose another when I decided the scent was too manly.

I kept checking until I found one that reminded me of flowers, even though its floral scent was unlike any flower I knew.

My grumbling stomach spurred me on, and I washed up and dried off with one very fluffy, warm towel hanging from a pillar, before, for lack of any other clothing, I wrapped myself back into the large sheet I liberated from Seth's bed.

I hesitated by the door to take a moment to compose myself before stepping back into the room where I assumed Seth was still waiting. I just needed a moment to collect myself.

The door opened by retracting into the wall the moment I approached it and there went my moment.

I took another deep breath and returned to the large room, and very much like Seth earlier, I scanned the room quickly until my eyes fell on his seated body by the table.

With a tentative smile, I made my way over and took the chair opposite him.

"You liked the shower?" he asked.

"Very much so."

"Are you hungry?" He waved his hand over the covered dishes.

"Famished," I admitted.

He rose with a smile and began to lift off the lids. I watched him uncover the most delicious looking dishes that would have made any top chef jealous.

"Just let me know which one you would like to try first, or I can call the servants back if you prefer them to serve you?" He gave me a questioning glance.

"No, no, I'm fine, but you don't have to..." He reached for my plate, and I pointed at a delicious looking chicken curry dish and a bowl filled with rice.

"I think I will try that too," he said, and I watched him fill his plate after he handed mine back to me.

Curiously I lifted another lid and found a bowl of naan bread. I fished one out and held it tentatively up to him. "Do you like… bread?"

"Let's find out," he said with a smile, tore a piece off and stuffed it into his mouth. Chewing, he sat back down.

I stared at him.

"What?"

"Well…" How could I explain that I hadn't expected him to eat?

"You are a vampire, right?"

"A vam… what?"

"Vampire."

"I'm a Daemon," he said. "I don't know what a vampire is."

"On Earth, we call beings who drink blood vampires," I explained, dipping my bread into the curried sauce to avoid looking at his eyes.

"Interesting. I never heard of vampires, but I'm curious now. I will look it up."

I perked up. "Look it up where?"

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